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Movin’ on LA?
By WillYum
Alarm bell sounds... A cry
from above, “Help!
Someone please! “
I think
to myself. Chuckles from
students below, We
shrug and shuffle aboard...
“What can the Northbound passengers do?”
Old Blind Man, shuffles
down the aisle; singin’ for
a dime: that last
note clearly a crime!
“Oh my gawd, he’s killin’
my song!’’ she laments.
Wiping tears of laughter from
her eyes, “That's my song!”
We laugh; others groan, some
sing along...’’
“What’s a train-full of rides to do?”
Just rollin’ toward the
next stop. SeaShell-Thimbles
drum in my ears. Downtown
getting closer. Daydreaming
through the lamppost
forest; watching the blinking
light of the grid pass in
rhyth-nicity to the drums
“What else can I do? What am I going to do?’’
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© 2008 WillYum
Published on Wednesday, January 2, 2008.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
I had to read this 4 or 5 times before I could think how to describe my reaction to it. I really like this. the last line of each stanza makes it feel conversational, a story being told in person. very nice.
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On Wednesday, January 2, 2008, Mari
(425)
wrote:
lampost forest. that was my favorite
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